Tricked by my BULLY! - Swimsuit TF
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DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea? Join the Discord Server. Maybe there is a giveaway so don't miss it! Psss the uncensored version is there as well!Tricked by my BULLY! - Swimsuit TFThe beach stretched out before Marcus like a golden paradise as he settled his thin…
The beach stretched out before Marcus like a golden paradise as he settled his things on the sand. He had come here to relax, to escape the memories of high school that still haunted him years later. That's when he saw her. It was Vanessa Parker, his former tormentor. She'd changed dramatically. Her figure had developed into something truly striking full breasts and a rounded ass that looked professionally enhanced, stretching her casual denim shorts and tight top to their limits. Her golden hair cascaded down her back, catching sunlight with each movement. Those piercing blue eyes remained unchanged, as did the small piercing in her eyebrow. Marcus couldn't help staring. His mouth went dry as he absorbed every detail of her transformation from teenage nightmare to adult fantasy. "Well, well," she called out, strutting toward him with deliberate slowness. "If it isn't little Skippy checking me out!" Her fingers brushed across his chest. "Look at you, all buffed up with a nice tan." He tensed at the old nickname she'd tormented him with. "I'm sorry for everything that happened when we were younger," she continued, her voice a honey-sweet purr. "I'd never do those things again." "R-really?" Marcus stammered, completely thrown by this apparent change of heart. "Really," she confirmed with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "What do you say we have some fun today?" Marcus stood speechless, lost in disbelief that his former bully was being friendly... even flirtatious. "Poor baby," she cooed. "Here, drink something. You seem like you're drifting away." She handed him a water bottle. He accepted it without thinking, taking a long gulp. Almost immediately, his head began to swirl. Heat flooded through his body. His legs wobbled beneath him. "Wha... what's happening?" he slurred, watching in horror as the world seemed to grow around him. No... he was getting smaller! His limbs froze, becoming impossible to move. His speech failed. His face felt rigid, unmovable. Then he collapsed onto the sand. As consciousness slowly returned, everything felt wrong. Air passed through him differently. The sun heated him strangely. He couldn't sweat despite the intense warmth. Vanessa loomed over him, laughing hysterically and pointing. "Oh my god, Skippy! You did get buffer, but you're still so fucking naive!" Her laughter intensified. "I don't buy stuff! I turn people into it, dumbass! And now you're my newest addition! A golden one-piece swimsuit!" Panic exploded in his mind. 'A swimsuit? WHAT?!' With a swift motion, she picked him up, the entire world tilting as she carried him to a changing room. Inside, she stripped completely naked. Her body was undeniably beautiful, with a toned stomach, full breasts with pink nipples, and smooth skin everywhere. She pressed her foot against him, and suddenly he could smell her perfume, a sickeningly sweet scent that permeated through his entire being. Then came a salty taste he couldn't escape. "Time to try on my new suit," she giggled, pulling him up her legs. He felt himself stretching around her thighs, then yanked upward, creating a tight wedgie as she adjusted him. His awareness expanded across her most intimate areas, every fold, every curve, every warm, moist detail of her crotch pressing against what used to be his consciousness. Then she snapped him over her breasts, conforming him to their round fullness. Her body heat became his. Her scent consumed him. He was literally fitted around her. "Oh look at poor little Skippy," she mocked, adjusting the wedgie and snapping his material against her ass cheeks. "You fit me well! Maybe the golden color means you have a golden heart." She paused, then burst into laughter. "Oh, please, I'm just bullshitting you! I prepared that transformation serum specially. I hope you like it! I'm sure you always wanted to get your hands on my body... now you're ON my body! Hahaha!" She strutted out of the changing room, the sun warming his fabric as she stretched his straps, looking for the perfect spot to sunbathe and to continue his torment. Vanessa found a spot and continued talking to him as though it were the most normal thing in the world. To anyone watching, she appeared to be talking to herself, but she didn't care. "Look at you doing your job so well," she taunted, spreading her towel. "I really didn't expect to see you, dumbass, but fate's a bitch to you! Hahaha!" She stretched out, adjusting Marcus across her body. "From being bullied by me to being transformed by me, it's pure gold!" She lowered her voice to a whisper. "But you know, I think just wearing you isn't enough, right? You know what I like? When men cum on me. To have their precious little swimmers dry up on my skin as I wipe them away. Isn't that hot?" Marcus was already overwhelmed by the sensations assaulting him every curve of her body, every drop of sweat, every shift and movement transmitted through his fabric-self. Her words horrified him. 'She couldn't possibly be thi
